spch: переводы

→"What do you propose, then?" Elayne said.

→"Actually," Faile said, "we have good reason. Andor is a strong nation, and prosperous. The towns in the Two Rivers may be growing rapidly, but the people have barely begun to want a lord. They're still farmers at heart. They don't want glory; they want their crops to survive." Faile paused. "Perhaps you're right, perhaps there will be another Breaking, but that's only more reason to have allies. Nobody wants civil war in Andor, least of all the Two Rivers folk."

→"And why would you do that?" Elayne asked. "I know how fast the Two Rivers is growing with those refugees coming in over the mountains. Nations could rise and fall with the coming of the Last Battle. You have no reason to give up the chance to form your own kingdom."

→Faile shook her head. "They love him, Your Majesty. They respect him. They'll do what he says. We can and will put down ideas of Manetheren rising again."

→"Your mother is right," Faile said. "Perrin does not want your throne."

→Elayne raised an eyebrow.

→"No demands," Faile said. "An offer."

→"All right," Elayne said. "I assume you've come with demands. Let's hear them so we can discover if there's anything that can be done."

→The small room fell silent. Elayne eyed Perrin, sizing him up. Faile held her breath.

→"You're doing a poor job of persuading me you will accept my authority," Elayne snapped.

→"Which makes it all the more important that I quiet things now" Elayne said. "I offered you a boon so that you could ask for forgiveness. I'd pardon you, and I'll be certain to send troops so that your people are protected. Accept this, and we can all go back to life the way it should be."

→"The Two Rivers has rediscovered its history," Faile said carefully. "It couldn't rest forever, not with Tarmon Gai'don looming. Not after sheltering the Dragon Reborn during his childhood. Part of me wonders if Manetheren had to fall, if the Two Rivers had to rise, to provide a place for Rand al'Thor to be raised. Among farmers with the blood—and obstinacy—of kings."

→"Rebellion isn't the only reason men might need the attention of the queen who claims them," Perrin said. "I don't know if you've heard, but last year we faced Trollocs on our own, and without a whisker of help from the Crown. You'd have helped if you'd known, but the fact that there were no troops nearby—none capable of knowing our danger—says something."

→"We came to you peacefully," Faile said. "Hardly the action of rebels."

→"So far as I'm concerned," Elayne said, pouring several cups of tea, "they're already in rebellion."

→"I doubt that upsetting the Two Rivers," Alliandre said hesitantly, "would be best for your realm. Executing their leader would undoubtedly throw the region into rebellion."

→"Still," Elayne said, "I will do the best for my realm, regardless of the cost."

→Fetching it with the One Power, Faile thought. It's a reminder of her strength. A rather unsubtle one.

→"Well, that's something," Elayne replied. "You may not have called yourself a king, but holding up that banner was essentially the same thing. Oh, sit down, all of you." She waved a hand. A tray lifted off the far table and floated over to her. It bore goblets and a pitcher of wine, as well as a teapot and cups.

→"You have a few of your facts backward, Your Majesty," Faile said testily. "Perrin never named himself king."